The General explained that he had joined the Corporation only a few
weeks ago, and that no communication had passed between himself and Mr
Bevan since.
'We have very little to venture,' said Martin anxiously--'only a
few pounds--but it is our all. Now, do you think that for one of my
profession, this would be a speculation with any hope or chance in it?'
'Well,' observed the General, gravely, 'if there wasn't any hope or
chance in the speculation, it wouldn't have engaged my dollars, I
opinionate.'
'I don't mean for the sellers,' said Martin. 'For the buyers--for the
buyers!'
'For the buyers, sir?' observed the General, in a most impressive
manner. 'Well! you come from an old country; from a country, sir, that
has piled up golden calves as high as Babel, and worshipped 'em for
ages. We are a new country, sir; man is in a more primeval state here,
sir; we have not the excuse of having lapsed in the slow course of time
into degenerate practices; we have no false gods; man, sir, here, is man
in all his dignity. We fought for that or nothing. Here am I, sir,'
said the General, setting up his umbrella to represent himself, and a
villanous-looking umbrella it was; a very bad counter to stand for the
sterling coin of his benevolence, 'here am I with grey hairs sir, and
a moral sense.
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